#cosetteish

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Your boyfriend confuses me.

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[ text. cosetteish ]     I think you are perfect

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cosetteish

--How does this look? 

  [ Marius emerges from the dressing room decked out in a new plaid shirt, hands gesturing to the jeans he happens to be trying on -- nose crinkled up into a scowl, he frowns at Cosette. ] 

I don't know about these. 

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A Birthday That Isn't Depressing, For Once

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   "I have something for you!" 

    As the two of them inched closer to the actual ride portion of It's A Small World -- a ride Young Marius was traumatized of as a child, when his Grandfather told him the small figurines would  F I N D  H I M  if he did not memorize the continents of the world in grade school -- he turned to Cosette, eyes bright nonetheless. 

  "Here," from his extra large fanny pack he pulled an envelope, "I have something better back at the hotel, but I wanted to give you this now, before I forget." Marius held it towards her, countenance growing to be one of almost sheepishness. 

   Inside the envelope was a friendship bracelet he'd spent the last few months working on-- it was an incredibly intricate task, and on the string were two beads ( an M and a C ). He smiled; oh, hopefully Cosette would like it. 

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[ text; Cosette ] What do you want for your birthday?

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 It had been quite the night-- Marius and Cosette had gone on a secret date to the movies (one they knew Enjolras would never want to see), and now they sat together on Marius' bed as he practiced braiding her hair. 

As their recent conversation about Valjean died down, Marius found his mind lingering on a particular topic of interest; while he knew she was adopted, he knew not under what circumstances. 

"--How often do you see your dad, then?" 

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Marius had planned for this to be some sort of moonlit walk straight out of a Shakespeare play - but, no, he fell asleep shortly after texting Cosette, and in the morning he frantically apologized, invited her to the Parc des Buttes-Chaumont that afternoon instead, and prayed he didn't appear completely and utterly lame. Cosette was many things, but lame was she not. 

So he sat in their meeting place that afternoon on the soft tuft of grass, legs crossed and waiting - to his side was a picnic basket wherein sat the replacement cake Marius had made. Nervously, he refreshed his phone, took a sip of his coffee, glanced out to the span of the park, and waited. 

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[Text: Cosette] Hey! Marius wants to get 'brunch' one day. :-)